Babylon

Babylon has fallen! Aye; but Babylon endures Wherever human wisdom shines or human folly lures; Where lovers lingering walk beside, and happy children play, Is Babylon! Babylon! for ever and for aye. The plan is rudely fashioned, the dream is unfulfilled, Yet all is in the archetype if but a builder willed; And Babylon is calling us, the microcosm of men, To range her walls in harmony and lift her spires again; The sternest walls, the proudest spires, that ever sun shone on, Halting a space his burning race to gaze on Babylon.